Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Feeling Penelope Move
I love, love, love feeling Penelope move around. She is kicking me as I type and it is just the coolest feeling in the world. In the last two weeks, the movements have gotten much stronger and I can even see my belly move sometimes when she kicks. The first time I saw my belly move, it was a surreal moment. It was what I had been waiting for this whole time; concrete evidence other than hearing the heartbeat or getting an ultrasound that she is actually in there and doing good. I love the daily reassurance that she is happy and ok. Peter got to see my belly move the other day too. Which was great because I had been frustrated that I could feel her on the inside for weeks and weeks but he wasn’t able to be apart of the experience yet. Feeling her move has made it much easier for me to talk to her and even sing to her. Before I kind of felt stupid having a one way interaction while rubbing my belly or talking to her. But now I really feel like I can communicate with her and that we are bonding.
Friday, July 17, 2009
We Picked A Name!
Can I get a Halleluiah?
It’s been 6 weeks since we found out that we are having a girl. Ever since that joyous occasion we have been wracking our brains for the perfect name. It was driving me absolutely mad that we didn’t have one picked out. If had to say “baby girl” one more time I was going to scream. I am a planner by nature, so not having this major detail finalized was going to push me over the edge. And Peter, of course, was saying things like: “what’s the rush?” and “we haven’t even met her yet, so how can we name her?” Somebody kill me now, if he thinks I am going to wait till I meet our baby to give her a name. Most people mistakenly think I am super laid back because I practice yoga. No, yoga keeps me sane, keeps me from being even more uptight than I normally I am. Or people think, maybe because we are having a home birth, I would wait till I met her to pick her name. I may be having a home birth, but I am type A all the way in other regards. I have got things to do! I need to register. I need to monogram stuff. And I just needed to know.
We had narrowed it down to 6 names about a month ago and were very slowly crossing off names. On our trip to California, I tried a new tactic. Every time I would bring up baby girl, I would insert one of the proposed names in the sentence instead of saying baby girl. It worked beautifully, he immediately said “yuck, not that one” for the first name I threw in. This tactic got us down to two names. So then I decided to pull out the big guns. I was going to annoy the crap out of Peter until he made a decision. I would call him at work 4 times a day and ask if he picked a name yet. After just two days of this, he gave up and said “Ok, we will have a name picked by the time my mom gets here!” Yes! Just what I wanted to hear. If he commits to a deadline, he is in trouble-because there is nothing that will make me let him slide if he makes me a promise. So as we are driving to the airport--he is a last minute kind of guy--he says “lets name her Penelope.” Thank you, Jesus!! He picked a name! The name I wanted!
Baby girl is now Penelope. And I couldn’t be happier.
It’s been 6 weeks since we found out that we are having a girl. Ever since that joyous occasion we have been wracking our brains for the perfect name. It was driving me absolutely mad that we didn’t have one picked out. If had to say “baby girl” one more time I was going to scream. I am a planner by nature, so not having this major detail finalized was going to push me over the edge. And Peter, of course, was saying things like: “what’s the rush?” and “we haven’t even met her yet, so how can we name her?” Somebody kill me now, if he thinks I am going to wait till I meet our baby to give her a name. Most people mistakenly think I am super laid back because I practice yoga. No, yoga keeps me sane, keeps me from being even more uptight than I normally I am. Or people think, maybe because we are having a home birth, I would wait till I met her to pick her name. I may be having a home birth, but I am type A all the way in other regards. I have got things to do! I need to register. I need to monogram stuff. And I just needed to know.
We had narrowed it down to 6 names about a month ago and were very slowly crossing off names. On our trip to California, I tried a new tactic. Every time I would bring up baby girl, I would insert one of the proposed names in the sentence instead of saying baby girl. It worked beautifully, he immediately said “yuck, not that one” for the first name I threw in. This tactic got us down to two names. So then I decided to pull out the big guns. I was going to annoy the crap out of Peter until he made a decision. I would call him at work 4 times a day and ask if he picked a name yet. After just two days of this, he gave up and said “Ok, we will have a name picked by the time my mom gets here!” Yes! Just what I wanted to hear. If he commits to a deadline, he is in trouble-because there is nothing that will make me let him slide if he makes me a promise. So as we are driving to the airport--he is a last minute kind of guy--he says “lets name her Penelope.” Thank you, Jesus!! He picked a name! The name I wanted!
Baby girl is now Penelope. And I couldn’t be happier.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Why are Heidi Klum’s ankles not swollen?
I would really like to know why Heidi Klum’s ankles do not swell. In her pictures in magazines like US Weekly, she is wearing 5 inch stilettos and her ankles look as tiny as ever. Why are mine as wide as my head??
Peter and I just got back from a vacation in California (and we got engaged while we were out there!) and the airport, airplane ride and driving up the coast did not get along well with my ankles. By the time we got home on Monday I was horrified by how large my feet and ankles were! They have since gone down for the most part, but today when I put on my cute ballet flats, they were tight.
And don’t even get me started about the heat. In California, it was between 65 and 75 degrees and sunny. It was absolutely perfect weather. I get off the plane in Tallahassee and I am swallowed whole by the heat and humidity. It’s going to be a loooonnnggg summer.
Peter and I just got back from a vacation in California (and we got engaged while we were out there!) and the airport, airplane ride and driving up the coast did not get along well with my ankles. By the time we got home on Monday I was horrified by how large my feet and ankles were! They have since gone down for the most part, but today when I put on my cute ballet flats, they were tight.
And don’t even get me started about the heat. In California, it was between 65 and 75 degrees and sunny. It was absolutely perfect weather. I get off the plane in Tallahassee and I am swallowed whole by the heat and humidity. It’s going to be a loooonnnggg summer.
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